I no longer dream!
 Dreams were my only commodity to live;
 sell it to people
 And if I can't dream about it again,
 Decorate it as they like, sell it...
 The sages told me;
this is the act of turning away from God!
 So I went to him barefoot, bareheaded, empty stomach...
 I put my head on a rock and dreamed:
 I sleep on a rock!
 Oh God, I need colorful sweet dreams to sell.

  Art installation by Amir Khatib